Nick. Symmonds.

Saturday I was at Millrose and I will tell you all about it later, it was super fun, but the oh moment, for came, came after the best of the best of the night, which is always the Wanamaker Mile. I get so tense I was in threads, shaking and spent after the mile, as if I had run it myself, There is this big thing between Centro and Lagat and it’s always amazing to see them compete. But like I said, there was a lot to see that night and after the mile I was a tense mess.

We decide I need to get out and get food. We say goodbye to all our friends and start heading out, when… I spot Nick Symmonds!! You know how I feel about Nick Symmonds right? If not, hello:

And, of course, he’s a tremendous runner.

Anyway, I spot Nick. Juan suggests we go and say hi, there’s a door we walk through, though we shouldn’t have and two seconds later I am talking to Nick. Symmonds.

I have no idea what he was saying. Pretty pathetic of me to get stoooopid like that. I really had no clue. He was super sweet and telling me tons of things. Some things about races and the Armory and NYC… no clue. I wanted to die, I don’t get flustered like that a lot. Or ever. Seriously, this is NYC and there’s celebrities and runners all over the place; it’s an every day thing… But this was Nick Symmonds. I felt like and idiot so I headed out soon. Got a picture first of course, but please don’t laugh at how stoopid I look, though it totally represents me on that moment:

I am quite happy that, after all this time, some things (runners!) still throw me off as violently as that.